Like. Kansas.

Truly, these days, I don’t mind the traveling thing. Sure, I am a homebody to the core. But for the most part, I do just fine with a suitcase in hand.

And flying…. I actually kind of like it — the really fast takeoffs, and snappy landings. We’ve been really lucky. We almost always make our flights… with very few delays or mishaps. All in all, we have had pretty good luck.

I think part of it has to do with planning ahead, and being early. Which we were today. We got to the gate in plenty of time… enough to rustle up some breakfast.

But then.

Then. We saw the delay pop up on the board. Fog in Charlotte. Our plane was going to be about 40 minutes delayed in getting there. We only had 50 minutes between flights. Uh. Oh.

Luckily, we had Racer X and Speed Racer flying the plane. Those guys put the pedal to the metal, and we made great time getting on the ground in NC. But old brother said when we landed… “Oh good, we have plenty of time. We are in the biz-bag now.”

Dumb brother. I turned around and said… “Dumb Brother Jerry. You just jinxed us.”

Sure enough…. just then…… the pilot pulls to a stop, and says… “Folks. We are going to have to sit here for a while. There is a bunch of traffic backed up on the runway.”

Great. So we sat. And sat. And sat.

When we finally rolled to the gate … Jerry and I sprinted ahead. We got to the gate as they were getting ready to close the door. Jerry showed his ticket right away, and they told him he had to go on board. Pronto. Adamantly. So I created a distraction. Oh yes I did.

I won’t go into all the details, but Betty and Mary made it through with us. AND… we were on our way to Dayton. Woo. Hoooooo. They even managed to get our luggage to Dayton with us. Miracle of Miracles. And my hat goes off to American Airlines.

So once your plane lands on Home Turf, your in the biz-bag again? Well… that’s what Dumb Brother said… AGAIN.

As it turns out, we had to pull off the highway, and wait out the Tornado Sirens in Englewood, Ohio. It was okay though. We decided to take refuge at a Wendy’s. Dave fixed us Singles, with lots of pickles. And the world seemed right again. Windy, but right.

But once you get home, after a day like that, it makes it that much more wonderful. It is just like a clicked my heels three times.

And of course, who could feel more welcome than us… being greeted by those girls. Yep. My little dog too.

I was so happy to be here, even the salt and pepper shakers were a welcome site.

Yeah, I felt a little bit like Dorothy in reverse. But one thing is for sure… there’s no place like home.